my point of view

two thimbs up for this wayward vision all systems go full speed ahead into a cataclsmic collision have a breath of freshair before ii get put back into p a prison study. the eythym or searching through these funny priams i its not so funny is it when baby stops communication and the visits now you steady wishin u could take it back for just a minute jut you twisted up in politics and realizing e aint no future n it the stench of. a cell and its putrid physics and crying late a night knowing aint kobody comin to visit keeps you manifestin hate and your structure rigid cant compete with yhe world and the men wjo in it and knowing thour botxh is gone is like another sentence sometimes death is welcomednow whos really with it whos really bout that life and who really ends it ill keep it a buck this life keep me winded i should be grounded off the knowledge of the penitentiary ill be damned if i spend a century in a box so yall need to listen fuck the talk and man up in the kitchen or setrle down and be a dad not be the fraud that u grew up missin just remember the pain those yards caused you and the blood shed over bars and phones and its knives over argument no matter what car us in its the same everywhere rhat life is the hardest shit r i p to the fallen men its not a fairy tale or a script you wanna wallow in accidently get to catdhin a chain there you go followi in u coukda had a better life but you chose the song. of. men the throngs. of hate tou. volunteer to seoerate youraelf from those fallen few if they had a doovertheyd a different life theyd choose and thats on everything thats true